To Vivian, 2.4
My favorite thing to do now is to just sit and have a conversation with you. That is pretty crazy for "two and a quarter" as you like to tell people you are now. In fact, today at the grocery store a woman asked you if you were two and you answered, "no. I two and a quarter." You have so many interesting and adorable things to say and it is just so much fun to talk to you.
Sometimes (like this morning since Daddy was out of town) when you wake up, I bring you into bed and we cuddle and talk. It isn't really fair when I do this when Daddy is around (since he gets to sleep late-ish every other day) but since he wasn't there this morning, no problem. You were very cuddly and affectionate (as you always are) and you sang songs and told me stories. Your favorite songs these days are made up songs based on books we read and the movie Matilda. So, for example, when I put you to bed at night, you don't want to hear "You Can't Ride in My Red Wagon" or "You Are My Sunshine." You want "Olivia and the Missing Toy" "Olivia Saves the Circus" and "Matilda". This is quite a labor intensive activity as I have to make up the song and the tune but it is fun to do. And this morning it was super fun to listen to you sing Matilda. That movie has also taught you the expression "little twit" and you sometimes will come up to me or Dad or Stella and say something like "what are you doing you little twit" which we probably shouldn't encourage but which really makes us laugh.
It is now a week since I wrote all that and I am continuing this letter to you finally. I feel like I am not doing a great job keeping up this blog which weighs on me because I can't stand the thought that I am not going to remember every single detail of amazing you. But I know how it is. The things that seem so vivid and memorable somehow disappear from the mind. But each day with you I think to myself, "Oh please burn this into my brain forever so I can remember how happy I am right at this moment and how off the charts adorable and amazing Vivian is." Seriously. Best Two Year Old EVER.
So here are some things that I might forget if I don't write them down:
You hate to say goodbye. Not just to me which would be understandable, of course. But pretty much to everyone. Like last month at the circus, when the little girl who was in the show and then did the trapeze at the end waved goodbye (along with all the clowns), you buried your head in my shoulder and cried your eyes out. But you cry when it is time to say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa. And you also cry when Ranny leaves sometimes. The other night you were really sad after she left and I took you on my lap at the dinner table and was explaining to you how Ranny comes when Mommy and Daddy have to go to work and then when Mommy and Daddy are home, Ranny leaves. You looked up at me with sad eyes and said, "That makes sense."
We play a really fun game these days where I say, "I love ----" and then say something like "Broccoli" and then you will say, "I love Cauliflower". And then as I change categories, you change along with me. I was very impressed with your ability to do this as I said, "I love coffee" and you said, "I love hot chocolate."
You LOVE school and are especially fond of your teacher Natalie who you talk about all the time. But there are days when we are doing something else and you just really want to go to school and when I tell you that we don't have school until Tuesday you get really upset.
You also love to watch movies -- your absolute favorite at the moment is Matilda. You call the mean principal "Ms. Trumpler" instead of Ms. Trunchbull and you especially like to watch the parts where Matilda's dad gets his hat stuck on his head and where "Ms. Trumpler" makes the boy eat a whole chocolate cake. You also love to watch Cats at Grandma and Grandpa's house -- you told me you love the lipstick and the costumes. You have a little teeny tiny lisp (which used to be a big lisp) so it is pretty cute when you say the word "costumes". The other day I was sitting on the couch and you brought me my watch saying, "Here's your lock". I said, "My what?" and you replied, "Your thingie." I guess you knew that you got your words mixed up.
The other day you were singing a song that Stella learned at school and taught you when you got a little mixed up and said, "I don't know the wordses."
When going to sleep, you asks to "Tuck you all in" which means to tightly wrap blankets around you, basically swaddling you. It reminds me of how much you loved to be swaddled for such a long time when you were small. Speaking of when you were small, you do love to tell stories about "When I was a little girl." Often you co-opt stories that actually happened to Stella (like when the dog ate her pizza) or you just make things up. You also insist that all pictures of Stella as a baby (and the one picture we have of me as a baby being held by Grandma Helaine) are actually pictures of you. In addition to "tuck me all in" you also request that we "don't leave the door shut. Leave the door wide open" every single night. And then sometimes you continue to call to me in the living room, "Don't leave the door shut, leave the door wide open" even though the door is already wide open. And the latest is that you ask that I "check on you" after I put Stella to sleep. You still leave off first consonants often so, for example, "Check on me" comes out like "yeck on me."
You worry into the future a bit so, for example, as soon as I start reading "Little Pea" you will ask, "After Little Pea, can we read 'Olivia and the Missing Toy'? Or after we put on "Elmo's Got the Nose" (as you call Elmo's Got the Moves), you will ask, "After Elmo's Got the Nose" can we watch the Letter Carrier?" These days we mostly watch You Tube videos of Sesame Street although few movies do get thrown in there from time to time. The other night, you watched "Treck" for the first time (Shrek) and you loved it. You like to talk about how Shrek is an ogre.
You still make sure to hug/kiss Daddy and Stella before they leave in the morning and before you go to bed at night. You are so loving to everyone and just kind and sweet. You cry a lot whenever I have to leave and it makes it really hard for me to go. I hate to see you sad and the truth is, there is basically nothing I would rather do than just hang out with you. The other day, I explained that I was going to have to go to work in an hour and we were playing then I went into the other room to get something. After a few minutes you called me and I went to see what was up. I found you in your room and you looked a little sad. I asked you what was going on and you answered, 'I just remembered you were leaving." I scooped you up in my arms and gave you zillions of kisses. Sometimes I think it must get a little annoying being kissed so much all the time. But I can't help myself. You are so soft, cuddly and kissable. I never imagined I could have a second daughter and love her this much. But you've expanded my heart a thousandfold and, as you would say, "I love you up to the sky."
Love,
Mama
Sometimes (like this morning since Daddy was out of town) when you wake up, I bring you into bed and we cuddle and talk. It isn't really fair when I do this when Daddy is around (since he gets to sleep late-ish every other day) but since he wasn't there this morning, no problem. You were very cuddly and affectionate (as you always are) and you sang songs and told me stories. Your favorite songs these days are made up songs based on books we read and the movie Matilda. So, for example, when I put you to bed at night, you don't want to hear "You Can't Ride in My Red Wagon" or "You Are My Sunshine." You want "Olivia and the Missing Toy" "Olivia Saves the Circus" and "Matilda". This is quite a labor intensive activity as I have to make up the song and the tune but it is fun to do. And this morning it was super fun to listen to you sing Matilda. That movie has also taught you the expression "little twit" and you sometimes will come up to me or Dad or Stella and say something like "what are you doing you little twit" which we probably shouldn't encourage but which really makes us laugh.
It is now a week since I wrote all that and I am continuing this letter to you finally. I feel like I am not doing a great job keeping up this blog which weighs on me because I can't stand the thought that I am not going to remember every single detail of amazing you. But I know how it is. The things that seem so vivid and memorable somehow disappear from the mind. But each day with you I think to myself, "Oh please burn this into my brain forever so I can remember how happy I am right at this moment and how off the charts adorable and amazing Vivian is." Seriously. Best Two Year Old EVER.
So here are some things that I might forget if I don't write them down:
You hate to say goodbye. Not just to me which would be understandable, of course. But pretty much to everyone. Like last month at the circus, when the little girl who was in the show and then did the trapeze at the end waved goodbye (along with all the clowns), you buried your head in my shoulder and cried your eyes out. But you cry when it is time to say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa. And you also cry when Ranny leaves sometimes. The other night you were really sad after she left and I took you on my lap at the dinner table and was explaining to you how Ranny comes when Mommy and Daddy have to go to work and then when Mommy and Daddy are home, Ranny leaves. You looked up at me with sad eyes and said, "That makes sense."
We play a really fun game these days where I say, "I love ----" and then say something like "Broccoli" and then you will say, "I love Cauliflower". And then as I change categories, you change along with me. I was very impressed with your ability to do this as I said, "I love coffee" and you said, "I love hot chocolate."
You LOVE school and are especially fond of your teacher Natalie who you talk about all the time. But there are days when we are doing something else and you just really want to go to school and when I tell you that we don't have school until Tuesday you get really upset.
You also love to watch movies -- your absolute favorite at the moment is Matilda. You call the mean principal "Ms. Trumpler" instead of Ms. Trunchbull and you especially like to watch the parts where Matilda's dad gets his hat stuck on his head and where "Ms. Trumpler" makes the boy eat a whole chocolate cake. You also love to watch Cats at Grandma and Grandpa's house -- you told me you love the lipstick and the costumes. You have a little teeny tiny lisp (which used to be a big lisp) so it is pretty cute when you say the word "costumes". The other day I was sitting on the couch and you brought me my watch saying, "Here's your lock". I said, "My what?" and you replied, "Your thingie." I guess you knew that you got your words mixed up.
The other day you were singing a song that Stella learned at school and taught you when you got a little mixed up and said, "I don't know the wordses."
When going to sleep, you asks to "Tuck you all in" which means to tightly wrap blankets around you, basically swaddling you. It reminds me of how much you loved to be swaddled for such a long time when you were small. Speaking of when you were small, you do love to tell stories about "When I was a little girl." Often you co-opt stories that actually happened to Stella (like when the dog ate her pizza) or you just make things up. You also insist that all pictures of Stella as a baby (and the one picture we have of me as a baby being held by Grandma Helaine) are actually pictures of you. In addition to "tuck me all in" you also request that we "don't leave the door shut. Leave the door wide open" every single night. And then sometimes you continue to call to me in the living room, "Don't leave the door shut, leave the door wide open" even though the door is already wide open. And the latest is that you ask that I "check on you" after I put Stella to sleep. You still leave off first consonants often so, for example, "Check on me" comes out like "yeck on me."
You worry into the future a bit so, for example, as soon as I start reading "Little Pea" you will ask, "After Little Pea, can we read 'Olivia and the Missing Toy'? Or after we put on "Elmo's Got the Nose" (as you call Elmo's Got the Moves), you will ask, "After Elmo's Got the Nose" can we watch the Letter Carrier?" These days we mostly watch You Tube videos of Sesame Street although few movies do get thrown in there from time to time. The other night, you watched "Treck" for the first time (Shrek) and you loved it. You like to talk about how Shrek is an ogre.
You still make sure to hug/kiss Daddy and Stella before they leave in the morning and before you go to bed at night. You are so loving to everyone and just kind and sweet. You cry a lot whenever I have to leave and it makes it really hard for me to go. I hate to see you sad and the truth is, there is basically nothing I would rather do than just hang out with you. The other day, I explained that I was going to have to go to work in an hour and we were playing then I went into the other room to get something. After a few minutes you called me and I went to see what was up. I found you in your room and you looked a little sad. I asked you what was going on and you answered, 'I just remembered you were leaving." I scooped you up in my arms and gave you zillions of kisses. Sometimes I think it must get a little annoying being kissed so much all the time. But I can't help myself. You are so soft, cuddly and kissable. I never imagined I could have a second daughter and love her this much. But you've expanded my heart a thousandfold and, as you would say, "I love you up to the sky."
Love,
Mama
posted by Carolyn at 2/06/2012 08:59:00 PM
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